I move with the rhythm my heartbeat commands, An electric pulse, like fire in my hands. A volcano simmering beneath my skin, Ready to bloom like a flower within.
I move with the rhythm my heartbeat commands, An electric pulse, like fire in my hands. A volcano simmering beneath my skin, Ready to bloom like a flower within.
It’s the heartbeat of discovery, urging us to ask not just “why,” but “what if.”